The moment she turned around, Leon had seen everything. The way her giant breasts swayed freely with her movement, the weight of them shifting, the soft bounce that followed. Her amazing figure was laid bare down to every detail: the curve of her waist, the flare of her hips, the strong yet feminine lines of her shoulders and back.
Her skin was flawless, smooth like polished marble, with a faint golden glow that seemed to radiate from within. Her nipples were a soft dusky pink, perfectly erect against the cool air, standing out like small buds on the generous mounds of her chest. Below, her pussy was completely bare, the lips smooth and symmetrical, a perfect slit that drew his gaze against his will.
She asked him, her voice carrying a slight awkwardness. Not because she couldn't wear anything. She was clearly comfortable in her own skin, used to this state of undress. But instead, the awkwardness came from something else entirely.
"Leon, I don't know how to put this one on."
